That episode of Dollhouse was free of the (whisper) gay porn. We can all relax.

I had my laptop hooked up to the telly to watch the show, and an email came through before I disconnected, so I checked my email on the telly. Way to feel very futuristic. Everything looks shinier and somehow more professional. I thought about editing an old story right now, while still plugged up to the big screen, in the hope that size would somehow confer authority upon the prose, but it's uncomfortable sitting here on the floor, and I'm not feeling energetic enough to move the coffee table in order to balance the computer on top of it, so that plan is scrapped.